Hi! This is my first fanfiction. I haven't wanted to publish anything earlier since English isn't my native language. Then I came up with this story, and I just had to write it. Please enjoy! - Cicci

Prologue

The platform was foggy and packed with wizards and witches that day. Their owls where hooting impatiently in cages. Mothers and fathers were kissing their children goodbye while their younger brothers and sisters were crying because they could not travel with their siblings. Even though all this commotion was going on and his parents seemed extremely bothered, Scorpius Malfoy was completely lost in his own little world. He had always dreamt about this day and now when he was finally standing in front of the big scarlet locomotive, smoke rising out from its chimney, he could not believe it was finally here. Goosebumps were going up his arms and he could not tell if it was because of the autumn shill or the excitement of it all. He got out of his dreamlike state when he caught his father nodding towards a group of people further down the platform. Scorpius got up on his toes to be able to identify the group easier. First when he spotted a black haired man with round glasses did he realise who they were, and his heart pounded hard in his chest. That was him!

Growing up in the Malfoy family had not been easy for Scorpius. It was well known in the wizarding world that the Malfoys had been Death Eaters during the second war, and they only got away because they switched sides at the last minute. Scorpius had hated his family name since he had learned how to read. It was not until then that he had found out the truth about his family. His father or grandfather had never told him about the Dark Lord or what he had tried to do, and he was never told that they both had tried to help. What Scorpius knew, he had read in books and newspapers. Like the rest of the wizarding world he had learned about the famous Harry Potter, and unlike his family, Scorpius idolised him. Draco Malfoy had not been happy when he one day walked into the library to find his son reading eagerly an article about the latest achievements of a certain Potter. Because of this it was no surprise to Scorpius when his father sent him an angry look.

"Scorpius! Stop playing around and get on the train." His father lifted his trunk up on to the train and it landed with a big thud. His mother lent down and gave him a light kiss on his left cheek.

"Have a good year. We will see you at Christmas." Scorpius doubted that. If what he knew about Hogwarts was true. He would never want to leave, ever. His father gave him a pat on his shoulder and a stern look.

"Send us a letter as soon as you can, to tell us how the sorting went." He knew what his father really meant with that statement. 'You better be in Slytherin.' This frightened Scorpius more than anything else. Every known Malfoy had been in Slytherin, but he just knew he did not belong there. His father gave him a light shove towards the train and with a heavy sight Scorpius climbed up on the train. He gave his parents a half-hearted wave and started to drag his trunk into an empty compartment. It took him a while since the trunk probably weighed more than him. When he had finally put the trunk in its place the train started to move, and he almost fell into his seat because of the jerk. He had not been seated long before he suddenly heard a high voice travelling down the train towards his compartment.

"Why do we always have to be the last people to arrive everywhere? There won't be any seats left!"

"Don't be stupid Rosie! Of course there will be seats left. They wouldn't let us stand the whole way." Suddenly the door to Scorpius compartment flew open and a boy his own age, with messy black hair and bright green eyes stood in front of him.

"Oh, sorry. Is it okay if we sit with you?" The boy gave him a small friendly smile and all Scorpius could do in response was nod shyly. He knew that the boy must be one of Harry Potter's sons, and suddenly he got extremely nerves. The boy simply pulled in his trunk and sat down right across from Scorpius. Two girls had entered behind Potter and they were both looking at him. One of the girls was, just as him already dressed in her school robes. She had bushy red hair and her brown eyes were studying him suspiciously. The second girl had the same red colour to her hair as the first, but it was much straighter and put in a high ponytail. She was looking at him with interest in her eyes, and as she sat down she spoke.

"Are you Scorpius Malfoy?" He first felt like just nodding again but did not want to come across as a complete loser, so he opened his mouth instead.

"Yeah, I am." His voice almost came out as a whisper and he wished he could just sink through the compartment floor. The girl just smiled friendly at him and introduced herself.

"My name is Lucy Weasley and these are my cousins Rose and Albus." The girl gave him, if possible an even bigger smile.

"Nice to meet you." Albus had spoken again and Scorpius felt brave enough to answer.

"Same here" He did not believe he would be able to say much more, so in an attempt to get away from the growing conversation he opened his copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages' that he had pulled out of his trunk earlier.

"Do you think you will be sorted into Slytherin? I will probably end up in Gryffindor. All Weasleys do." Scorpius was taken aback by the question. This girl seemed extremely forward.

"I don't want to be in Slytherin." He murmured quietly behind his book and he could feel all three of them staring at him through the book.

"I'm sure you won't have to be." He looked up when he realized that it was Rose who had finally spoken to him. He gave her a grateful smile and dug his head into the book again. The cousins did not bother him for the rest of the train ride. They were soon caught up in their own conversation and he was glad to be left alone. Scorpius only dared to look up from his book when the lady with the food trolley showed up. He needed to buy something to eat or he was afraid that he would die from starvation. When the train eventually arrived in Hogsmeade it was dark outside and rain was pouring down heavily. A giant man greeted them on the platform with a loud yelling.

"First years this way, please! Don't be shy! We are going on the boats." It was a wet ride over the lake, but Scorpius had soon forgotten about the rain when he saw the silhouette of the castle.

"Isn't it amazing? I've read all about it in 'Hogwarts, A History'." He had not realized that Rose Weasley was sitting next to him until now, but he smiled at her.

"Yeah, better than I ever could have imagined." He sighted and she gave him a warm smile, but did not say anything more. Scorpius soon found himself on a small dock under the castle. The giant man gathered everyone around a big castle door and he knocked three times with his big fist. A man with a round face and kind eyes was suddenly standing in front of them. The giant man spoke happily to him.

"Hello Neville! Got the first years ready."

"Excellent Hagrid! Everyone is ready in the hall, so we can start immediately." With these words he turned towards the scared new students.

"Hello! I'm professor Longbottom. Welcome to Hogwarts! Please form a line so we can enter the Great Hall and begin your sorting ceremony." The first years slowly did as they were told, and professor Longbottom and the giant led them down a corridor and in to a huge hall. The hall was even more magical than he had expected. There were four long tables laid with beautiful golden plates and packed with older students. They were led alongside the tables towards an even grander table where the teachers sat smiling at them. Professor Longbottom made them stand right in front of the teachers table so that everyone in the hall could see them. Scorpius started to shake with nerves. The giant all of a sudden placed a small stool in front of them, he then put a tattered old hat on it before he sat down with rest of the staff. To Scorpius' amazement the hat started to sing. He realized that he was not the only student surprised by this, as the rest of the first years gaped as much as he did during the song. The song ended, the older students and the staff applauded, and then the sorting started. Scorpius was feeling quite all right until professor Longbottom started to call out names beginning with an l, and then suddenly it was his turn.

"Malfoy, Scorpius!" His legs felt like jelly when he walked up to the stool. Soon after he sat down professor Longbottom placed the hat on Scorpius' head, and he could hear a voice inside his head.

"Ah, a Malfoy! Interesting one, you don't seem very keen on being in Slytherin. Maybe I should put you somewhere else." Scorpius was so scared that all he could do was hold his breath and wait for his fate, and then out of the blue:

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Fear and relief fell over him all at once. He did not have to be in Slytherin, but what would his family say? The rest of the hall seemed as chocked as he was, and even his own house almost forgot to applaud him when he went to sit down at their table. There were whispers all around him and he was sure he could hear someone say:

"Shouldn't he be in Slytherin?" The rest of the sorting ceremony went in kind of a blur for Scorpius. He vaguely remembered that Potter and the Weasleys were all put into "GRYFFINDOR!" and that when the ceremony finally was over; food appeared in front of him.

"Aren't you gonna eat something?" He looked up to see where the happy voice came from, and found a girl with dark hair smiling at him from across the table.

"I'm not that hungry."

"Are you kidding? The candy we got on the train was hardly enough." She kept smiling at him, so Scorpius felt like he had no other chose than to eat a little bite of the chicken in front of him.

"My name is Abbey." She was still smiling at him.

"I'm Scorpius"

"Nice to meet you! I'm what they call 'muggle-born' so this is all new to me." She smiled even bigger if possible and he could not help but smile back.

"I'm not." He said. "Both my parents are wizards."

"Great! Then you can teach me everything about this world." It was not a question, it was a demand. Scorpius did not mind.

"Only if you tell me about the muggle-world." He answered. Maybe being in Hufflepuff would not be so bad.

"What do you wanna know?" She asked, and like that Scorpius had made a friend. They spent all dinner talking, and it was not until they parted ways in Hufflepuffs common room to go to their separate dorms that they stopped. He fell asleep quite fast that night, and first in the morning did he remember that he would have to write to his father and tell him he was in Hufflepuff.